Luyện nghe bài hát The Big Payback

Eh yo, whassup E

Yo up man?

Yo these crab
Got us trapped up behind these man
But I'm to break out there and do this
You know I'm sayin?
So the magic word?

Open Sesame, and let down the main
Before you scream EPMD, you wait
I roll a posse, can you try to stop me
yo, your brothers tried to pop me
On the sneak tip, without me
So I keep goin, and my keep flowin
On and on, and I don't
I get to the limit, and yo that's it
by step, I put an end to your fun
Cause I'm the one, yes me my son
A young kid from the ghetto, a kiddie the city
I don't sorrow, and I have no pity
To run up on you, and wax tax
Your gold, your money, and from eyes your contacts
Then over, a hop skip and a jump
To the next town, to go punk a
try to diss me, and try to bust caps
I'm not it, and that means no haps Jack
So get the bozack, and lay off the crack, that's wack
This is the big

As I go and flow, to a type of tempo
(Why MD?) C'mon E, P keep it simple
Plus I'm like lightnin, throwin blows like Tyson
Slayin MC's on the Q-T, like a sniper
So if a don't like me, the feelin is mutual
I tune my rhyme to a low RPM, then shift to
And a 40 (what kind) of Olde E
To an MC (how) on the Q-T
(So what's name boy?) C'mon E, you know it's M.D
Now while I'm wreckin he's checkin, all the bodies left and
A pile the stage, the P is like steppin
Off from the scenes, I see and si-rens
Witness everywhere, but no one seen a
When cops ask questions, my is vague
No answers at all, just bodies behind the
One yells out, that he was dressed in black
Stupid dookie link, a Fisherman hat
A cop says yo how he fleed from the
"In a black car, I think it was an Iroc
But the windows tinted, and we couldn't get a look"
(Why?) was smoke from the rubber he cooked
The big

No Rome-et-oh, or Juliette romance
EPMD, the fame and the glory
The rappin technique, somethin fencin
Dangerous, it you in suspense
And you have to be cool, and plus have
Cause if you don't, I'm end up stabbin ya
In your guts, from the cuts
And I'mma and pick, until your mind goes nuts
It might sound gross, or make your bubble
But don't ever ever ever, mess with E
I'm like Jack Flash, a Spy with an Eye
I do no stunts, and I'm not The Guy
I'm just the E, the R-I-C-K, all
Say some check one-twos, and yes yes y'alls
I'm the man of the hour, too to be sour
(So you sayin E?) I got "Soul power!"
So dig it, as I kick it, keep your eyes
Cause a brother me, is always scopin
In fact, you should pack, I cut no slack
It's that, this is the big payback

If rappin was a I'd be the chief commanche
Hat, fat link, chunky rings, fancy
So up MC's, and off we go
It's not a rodeo, but I carry a
Cause I'm back from vacation, sucker kept slippin
Rappin off-beat, plus they tune wasn't
Don't wanna claim a style on the
But I can go state to state, cold shows with E
Cause whether or relaxin, waxin or taxin
Never step to a without packin
My partners, Mr. Smith and Mr.
So nothin moves funny, at the session
I'm Strictly Biz and knuckles, no time for laugh or
I drop clear lyrics, your bass sound muffled
(You sniff blow?) Hell no, and still flow and say
or less do a show, nah
The only high I get, is when my fans HOE
So get the bo-zack, cause we're to hack
Here to let you know it's the big payback